User blog comment:Denrael Sabretooth/Death and Darkness RPG/@comment-3135907-20130212222408/@comment-3135907-20130312195236

Rakka winces as Atherla, a fox healer, tends his wounds. "Valrag's horde will be watching us. Anglin, how many fighters remain in my horde?" the ferret warlord asks his High Captain.

"Three hundred and sixty, my Lord. We lost one hundred and twenty in the battle."

"What kind of a fool is this Valrag if he would lose at least a hundred of his own to vanquish us? Is he that hell-bent on fighting us, or is there some other plan he has in mind?"

"I do not know, Lordship," replies Anglin wearily.

"Well, take two hundred and finish off any of his horde who try to follow us. If he wants Salamandastron, let him have it. There's plenty of room in Mossflower for both our hordes."